You know I Love You, Right?
You know I Love You, Right? It was raining. I watched the rivulets of water cascade, like tiny streams, down the Blazer’s large windows. The sky was cast a gloomy, charcoal-gray–the melancholy color of a springtime storm. I listened to the steady swoosh-swoosh-swoosh of the wipers as they valiantly fought to keep the rain off …





















